He could smell the scent of Lenas sex on him. Although it was the sweet and musky scent of an aroused woman, the logical part of him knew it was really that of a vampire. Stone had to shake his head, smiling slightly. It was some good pussy, no matter what she was. He lay down in his bed and began to count backwards from one hundred. He was asleep before he reached ninety.

I stepped onto the verandah quietly. I did not wish to disturb my lord Amenhotep. He had removed the concerns of his status, and was clothed in a simple linen kilt, much the same as mine. His only adornment was a bracelet that circled his left arm, a golden figure of the lion-headed goddess Sekhmet upon it. He noticed my approach, however, and as he bound a hunting falcon to his wrist, he turned to me. I bowed deeply.

Stone sat quietly in his rented house. He was seated in the floor in his bedroom. He sat in the fudoza, the "immovable seat" posture, with his legs folded underneath him. He had long since delved within himself, acutely unaware of anything, his spirit, mind, and body centralized. In this state, the mushi-no-in, the "mind of no mind", he was aware of everything, and he was aware of nothing. His report had been formatted and uploaded the secure server several hours ago. From there, his superiors would read it and then file it among the thousands of others.

It was night. Night was his element. But, it was also theirs. Michael Stone felt absolutely comfortable in the dark. He knew his way around in it. He could see through it, hear around it, and feel beyond it. And, because the vampire hunted at night, Stone hunted as well. Michael pulled the rental car into a parking lot a few blocks from the WaterWorks. He approached the dance club on foot. As he neared, he could feel the bass reverberating through the building. He paid the . cover fee and went inside.

Anita raised up on her elbow and watched the blonde take long licks, pushing her long tongue inside to get as much of it as she could. Michael was awakened by Anitas moans. He looked down to see Lena licking Anitas pussy, a smattering of come and her juice on the blondes face. He became instantly aroused. Lena spied Michael out of the corner of her eye. She pulled her mouth away from Anitas pussy and looked up at him. "You taste soooo good," she told him, then gave Anita a few more licks.

Michael Stone watched from the rafters of the old warehouse. He had worked his way up into the dank and dusty old beams carefully and quietly. It had taken precious time. Time that he knew he might not have had. There was just enough light filtering in through the clouded window panes of the warehouses old roll-up door for him to see. The scene below him was eerie enough without the criss-cross pattern of